Elegant extracts in poetry, Том 2 |
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Come hither , boy , if ever thou shalt To a strong mast , that liv ' d upon the sea ; In
the sweet pangs of it remember me : [ love , Where , like Arion on the dolphin ' s
back , For such as I am , all true lovers are : I saw him hold acquaintance with ...
Come hither , boy , if ever thou shalt To a strong mast , that liv ' d upon the sea ; In
the sweet pangs of it remember me : [ love , Where , like Arion on the dolphin ' s
back , For such as I am , all true lovers are : I saw him hold acquaintance with ...
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My fears are true ; some other And your fair mistress constant . has her heart : Y .
Wilm . True , they may ; She ' s lost : my fatal absence has undone me ! I doubt ,
but I despair not . No , my friend ! [ Aside . My hopes are strong , and lively as my
...
My fears are true ; some other And your fair mistress constant . has her heart : Y .
Wilm . True , they may ; She ' s lost : my fatal absence has undone me ! I doubt ,
but I despair not . No , my friend ! [ Aside . My hopes are strong , and lively as my
...
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... To the spirits of just men , long oppressid , That breaks his magic chains at
curfeu time , No goblin , or swart fairy of the mine , When God into the hands of
their deliverer Hath hurtful pow ' r o ' er true virginity . Puts invincible might , To
quell ...
... To the spirits of just men , long oppressid , That breaks his magic chains at
curfeu time , No goblin , or swart fairy of the mine , When God into the hands of
their deliverer Hath hurtful pow ' r o ' er true virginity . Puts invincible might , To
quell ...
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Many of For since my true - love died for me , these being of the most beautiful
and pathetic sim' Tis meet my tears should flow . plicity , the Editor was tempted to
select some of And will he never come again ? them , and with a few ...
Many of For since my true - love died for me , these being of the most beautiful
and pathetic sim' Tis meet my tears should flow . plicity , the Editor was tempted to
select some of And will he never come again ? them , and with a few ...
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What though by duty I am call ' d Where thund ' ring cannons rattle , Dear Yanko
say , and true he say , Where Valor ' s self might stand appalld ? All mankind ,
one and t ' other , When on the wings of thy dear love Negro , mulatto , and Malay
...
What though by duty I am call ' d Where thund ' ring cannons rattle , Dear Yanko
say , and true he say , Where Valor ' s self might stand appalld ? All mankind ,
one and t ' other , When on the wings of thy dear love Negro , mulatto , and Malay
...
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